After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, "What did you say?"

"Wang Han is not dead!"

"Sanhuajie couldn't kill him? Did you send someone to the Twelve Homecoming's lair to kill people?"

"No, in a place where there is almost no one, a young Taoist priest came and beat us to faint after a meeting. Uncle Tan said that was the Five Thunder Dharma of the Heavenly Master Mansion."

"Tianshi Mansion? Humph, I understand, come back."

Duanmu Jing said in shock, "Go back?"

"right."

After speaking, the phone hung up.

Wang Han stomped his feet.

I lit a cigarette, removed all the joints that could be removed on the old man's body, tied them up and stuffed them into the trunk.

After doing everything, Wang Han closed the trunk.

Just as I was about to get in the car, I saw a car parked not far away. Duanmu Roujia ran down in a panic, and had one foot in her arms. After seeing Wang Han, she rushed over and hugged her when she came up.

After Wang Han, he cried again with a wow.

Wang Han really had nothing to say to this aunt and cried at all times.

This kind of feeling that Wang Han belongs to the kind of daughter who has been protected since childhood, with almost zero experience in the martial arts world.

"Luckily, I came early! I was really scared!"

Duanmu Ying also ran over and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wang Han safe and sound.

Duanmu Roujia pulled Wang Han's arm, "Han'er, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid. With my aunt protecting you, they dare not hurt you!"

Wang Han was about to speak when a clanging sound came from the trunk.

Duanmu Roujia and Duanmu Ying looked over at the same time.

Wang Han opened the trunk with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing the old man shook his head hard, he wanted to wake up.

Wang Han picked up the jack in the trunk and looked at the old man's head. The old man fainted again after his eyes rolled.

After clapping his hands, Wang Han looked at Duanmu Roujia.
Chapter completed!